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The two only stayed in the Sword Artifact Hall for one day before leaving for Wendao Valley.

Before parting, Su Koukou was reluctant to leave, complaining that Lu Qingyu left again so soon, and pestering him to ask when he would come back again.

Lu Qingyu patted her head: "Maybe I'll be back soon, maybe..." He looked at Shu Baiyin who said goodbye to Xie Feiyin in front of him, and said in a low voice, "I don't know either."

Su Kou felt that her senior brother had changed a lot after returning from this trip. Although she was standing together, she felt so far away from her senior brother.

It was as if... before she knew it, senior brother had silently walked on another path that she didn't know about.

After Shu Baiyin and Lu Qingyu finished their farewells, they went all the way to Wendao Valley.

I heard that Daogu was far away from Lingchuan, and the two of them traveled day and night and it took seven days to arrive.

Wen Hanshui, the owner of Dao Valley, was not surprised by Shu Baiyin's visit.

After Lu Qingyu reported his name to Wen Hanshui, Wen Hanshui stopped caring about him, and exchanged a few words with Shu Baiyin, who briefly stated his encounters and journeys over the years.

"It seems that you have found your answer." Wen Hanshui said.

"I would also like to thank Master Wen Gu for saving his life. Shu will never forget it, and he will never repay it."

"There is nothing to thank. Master and my father are old friends. My father was not able to help me in the catastrophe of Changxia Mountain and has always been worried about it. Fortunately, I was able to save you at that time, which can be regarded as alleviating his knot. It will be much easier for him, too," Wen Hanshui sighed, "Then you are here now just to say thank you?"

Shu Baiyin bowed, "Shu is here to ask for a medicine like Master Wen Gu."

"What medicine?"

"Out of mind."

Wen Hanshui was startled: "I thought you had already figured it out."

Shu Baiyin smiled, "Shu has figured it out now, so he came to ask Master Wen Gu for this medicine. Now that Changxia's past is over, Shu should continue to go his own way. Afterwards, Shu will have a competition in Yuezhou, so it's not easy to meet his opponent with such a body."

"Even if it doesn't take long?"

"Even if it doesn't last long."

Wen Hanshui felt regretful: "The heart of a doctor is to forget that the patient is safe and healthy for a long life. When I saved you, I didn't just want you to live for ten years."

Shu Baiyin took off the sword on his body, and his eyes, which were as cold as frost and snow, softened, "I haven't let it out of its sheath for ten years. I understand the benevolence of the doctor Wen Guzhu, but everyone wants to let it go." Have your own way."

"Forget it, since you've made up your mind, I won't say any more, Chang Shan," Wen Hanshui called Yaotong over, "You take Mr. Shu to get rid of Xinxin."

Shu Baiyin went with Yaotong, but Lu Qingyu was still standing there.When Shu Baiyin and Wen Hanshui were talking, he didn't interrupt, but he had a vague premonition in his heart, and he asked Wen Hanshui cautiously: "Master Wen Gu, the medicine that Mr. Shu said..."

Wen Hanshui sized Lu Qingyu a few times, "That's not medicine," he smiled helplessly, "It's poison."

"poison?"

"Shu Baiyin can no longer use a sword. The trauma he suffered ten years ago, even if Wen Daogu rescued him, his meridians were destroyed and his internal energy was in chaos. The doctor is not a god, but he can keep him alive like a weak and normal person. It's not easy, let alone wielding a sword...why do you think he would agree to a contest with no chance of winning after ten years of not wielding a sword?"

"Li Xinxin can quickly restore a person's physical condition to its proper state, but there are such cheap things in this world. Li Xinxin can let Shu Baiyin go to this competition, and it is for the rest of his life. costly."

Lu Qingyu was in a trance.

It turned out that Shu Baiyin had decided his own ending from the very beginning.He doesn't care what others think.

He didn't care what Lu Qingyu thought.He and Lu Qingyu traveled all the way, and never uttered a single word.

He died in martyrdom with nothing to hinder him, and no one in the world can stop him.The affection of an old friend cannot, the grace of saving lives cannot, and the intention of accidental love cannot.

At this moment, Lu Qingyu finally remembered Zhou Yunshi's admonition to him: "Some people don't know love and moon in their lives, and it's inevitable that they will pay for it in vain."

Sure enough.

Shu Baiyin took Li Xinxin, bid farewell to Wen Hanshui, and set off for Yuezhou.Lu Qingyu followed behind him distractedly.He watched Shu Baiyin's figure riding in front of him getting farther and farther away. He rode his horse to catch up and shouted loudly: "Mr. Shu!"

Shu Baiyin stopped his horse and looked back at Lu Qingyu.

Lu Qingyu galloped to his side, "Mr. Shu, let's not go to Yuezhou."

Shu Baiyin didn't speak, just watched quietly for a while, and then said gently: "Lu Shaoxia, you go back to Lingchuan."

"Mr. Shu..." Lu Qingyu endured the pain in her heart, "Master asked me to take you to Yuezhou. If you haven't arrived, my mission will not be considered complete."

Shu Baiyin didn't persuade him anymore, and let Lu Qingyu follow behind him.

As it got closer to Yuezhou, Lu Qingyu's heart sank a little, but Shu Baiyin's expression became more relaxed and relaxed. In the inn where he was staying, Lu Qingyu occasionally saw Shu Baiyin practicing sword in the bright courtyard.The sword is like a cold light, and the body is like a dragon. With a wave of his long sword, he sliced ​​through a piece of moonlight. In the vast world, he is the only one, with a sword, and a period of silent moonlight.

Ten years of change in spring and autumn, the previous situation has been turned upside down, all the old friends are scattered, only Shu Baiyin is still the same Shu Baiyin, a little cold light covers the sun, thousands of miles of ice and snow kill the spring scenery - Lu Qingyu seems to have seen a high-spirited man many years ago. A young man, holding a sword, came from the clouds in the mountains. His eyes only had the frosty sword intent, but no spring flowers or autumn colors.

The two arrived in Yuezhou on the day when Shu Baiyin and Chi Jingxi met.

Guhongtai is a historic site in Yuezhou, but it is not a scenic spot. It is the place where the last emperor of the old dynasty committed suicide, and it is considered unknown.When Shu Baiyin and Lu Qingyu arrived at Guhongtai, it was raining, and there were few people there.

Chi Jingxi arrived before the two of them. When he saw Shu Baiyin coming, he bowed his fists like Shu Baiyin: "On October [-]th, at Guhongtai, Yuezhou, my junior Chi Jingxi asked Mr. Shu Baiyin for advice on swordsmanship, regardless of life or death. .”

Shu Baiyin tiptoed a few steps and jumped onto the Guhong Terrace. He put the sword in his hand in front of him, and raised his voice to answer: "This sword is a proof, life or death is irrelevant."

Chi Jingxi drew out his sword, "Please."

Shu Baiyin untied his sword coat, stroked the mottled and old scabbard, he pulled out the sword, the cold sword light reflected his pale face, he raised the sword: "Please."

The two swords broke through the rain curtain almost at the same time and attacked each other. The raindrops were cut by the blades and splashed on the ground, as if they also had a cold sword intent, cold and sharp.

Lu Qingyu watched from a distance through the rain curtain.

He only saw two figures entangled in the rain curtain, the sound of the sword was clear and intertwined with the sound of the gurgling rain, the light of the sword reflected a little bit of cold light in the dim rainy sky, Lu Qingyu was afraid but could not go forward—the two swords burst out Qi made Lu Qingyu, a person with low force, completely inaccessible.

Chi Jingxi's sword couldn't enter Shu Baiyin's body, and neither could Shu Baiyin.

The two were entangled for a while, and Lu Qingyu saw the two standing separately on both sides of the stage, and there was no movement for a while.

"As expected of Shu Baiyin." Lu Qingyu heard Chi Jingxi's voice shattered by the sound of rain, and it came to Lu Qingyu's ears inaccurately. Bai Yin didn't move, he stood there motionless, as if he couldn't see or hear anything.

Lu Qingyu shouted subconsciously: "Mr. Shu be careful!"

He didn't care about the overwhelming sword energy engulfed in Chi Jingxi's sword, and rushed to the stage. His throat felt sweet, his mouth was full of blood, and his internal organs felt like they were displaced.He insisted on walking to the front of the stage, and his eyes went dark for a moment.

When he woke up, the situation had reversed. Shu Baiyin tiptoed, turned around and jumped behind Chi Jingxi in a flash, avoiding Chi Jingxi's menacing sword. Chi Jingxi reacted very quickly, and immediately withdrew his backhand Sword momentum, turn around and hand out the sword body.

It's too late.

When Chi Jingxi's sword was still a few inches away from Shu Baiyin's chest, the tip of Shu Baiyin's sword had already pierced Chi Jingxi's shoulder.There was blood overflowing from the blade, and together with the rainwater on the sword, it fell on the ground together, forming a little reddish water.

Lu Qingyu saw Chi Jingxi's disappointed expression—it seemed that such an expression should not appear on this indifferent swordsman.

"I lost." Chi Jingxi said.

Shu Baiyin sighed in a low voice: "Maybe I'm not winning either. With my current physical condition, I may not be able to pass a move under your hands. Your swordsmanship is already very exquisite."

"This should be Shu Baiyin." Chi Jingxi touched a few acupuncture points on his body, "Be more lenient, Mr. Shu."

Shu Baiyin put the sword away, "If I can fight you again in the future, the situation will be completely reversed."

"Mr. Shu—" Chi Jingxi looked at him, "Can you and I compete again next year?"

Shu Baiyin smiled, "There is no next year."

Chi Jingxi seemed puzzled.

"Mr. Shu!" Lu Qingyu saw Shu Baiyin spit out a mouthful of blood, his thin figure was like a withered autumn tree, finally unable to resist the bitter frost wind, and collapsed.